Today, after my second tennis match of the day, I knew my tennis shoes needed replacing. They were done and my feet hurt. I can't tell you much more than that, but they are soon to be replaced by a new pair. My shoes last me about 6 months. After playing about 5 tennis matches a week, the spring has sprung.
The whiteness of my shoes were soon replaced by the color of the clay of the court. Its like they are dirty blonde, but on my shoes, instead of my hair.
If these shoes could talk, they would tell you all about the struggle to fit in at a tennis club filled with ladies in matching outfits, and young bodies. My outfits rarely match. I wear Nike and Adidas all on the same day, at the same time. One day I had Adidas on my head, Champion for my sports bra, Nike for my shirt, Armour for my compression shorts, Marcia for my skirt. I did have New Balance shoes and socks, but that is as far as matching goes. Some ladies match all the way down to their Nike stripes! I didn't even know you could order custom colored Nike swashes. My outfits are ala carte TJ Max.
Oh well, it might go back to grade school and high school where I HAD to wear a uniform, and HAD to have it all match, in fear of getting demerits. Its my way of getting back at the universe. Not matching. I do want to fit in though, in my own "not matching" sort of way. I will admit though, that the nuns always seemed to match. Come to think of it, most of my outfits are black and white......
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